The additional fact that the message, if not from Anna, could conceivably cause little harm otherwise buttressed this assumption. So if Malin had come... from Anna, then it had to be a virtual certainty also that Malin herself had agreed to her memory erasure as a necessary measure. One 'bot even postulated that Malin's memory might still reside on a silver disc somewhere, meaning it hadn't really been lost at all.With consensus reached I thanked all the other 'bots who then returned to their. They even had a table of drinks (mostly home-made soft drinks) along with some snacks. Not bad at all.One of the people serving us was a guy who looked like a 22-year-old and was probably one of the most handsome young Africans I had ever met. As he was serving me a drink, he asked me what my name was, where I was from, and a little bit about Canada. He also asked if I knew where I was staying that night. When I told him I didn't know, he said, "My name is Nkutu, but my white name is Ken. I'm. I repeated and she was again with the same answer.She went to the wash room to refresh and by the time I was packing to leave for the day. I thought she was shy to talk to me in my office and asked her to come with me. She quietly came and sat in my bike. I went to juice shop and ordered couple of fresh juices and started talking about life and how she needs to be strong with a positive look and how drive past challenges…blah blah. Though she never told me why she was upset and I assumed this. But I didn't complain. I just drank her hot morning piss like the good little whore I am becoming.She didn't move and I knew what I had to do next. I took the string between my teeth and pulled. It took a little while for me to pull her tampon out since she was sitting on my face. It took me a while but I was finally able to get her bloody tampon out of her pussy and into my mouth. I sucked at it, tasting the iron tang of her blood and swallowed it the best I could, without swallowing the.